Chapter 117 - NScans - Novel Scans

Chapter 117




Chapter 117

At that moment, Zheng Chen’s eyes were filled with madness.
The sword herbs that Bu Eunseol spilled out gradually turned to resemble her own ovoid sword.
As long as you’re trapped in the Nangong Sword of the Spirit, you shouldn’t try to escape.
But since you can’t properly dodge or block it, the only way to do so is to mimic his dagger.
“You’re mimicking my gumdrops?
Zheng Chen was so stunned that his eyes returned to their original color, free of madness.
“I can’t believe it!
How can you see and mimic a sword that is not only lightning fast, but also contains twenty-four changes in a single second?
“This can’t be happening!
This further exploded the life within his body, transforming the sword herb.
Window, window, window!
But the result was the same.
No matter how I changed the herb, the swollen eyes soon copied it and fought it off.
It was like fighting in a mirror.
“You’ve been hiding your skills!
Only a master who is many times more skilled than you can instantly duplicate your opponent’s sword technique.
It’s actually a rapier that somehow survives the attack, creating a loophole for the flesh-exploding dagger.
She could only mimic his swordplay with the techniques of a master swordsman. It was by no means a swordplay advantage.
‘If this guy had been good from the start, he would have cut my arm off in three seconds.’
However, Zheng Chen realizes that Bu Eun-sul is not fully revealing her skills and is mistaken in thinking that she is looking out for him.
But Bu Eun-sul was just as surprised.
“I can’t stand …… anymore.
Zheng Tian’s Nine Swords was an unrivaled sword technique.
He was barely surviving by defending with his Razor Blade and attacking with his Infinite Heavenly Flow, but this method was rapidly draining his Inner Qi and stamina.
‘As it is…….’
Finally, the limit was reached, and the mukgum was unceremoniously thrown to the floor.
At the same time, Zheng Tian’s Nine Swords also lost their power.
As he regained his health and sanity, the power of his swordsmanship dropped significantly.
Ironclad.
There was a moment of silence in the reed field as both Feng Shui and Zheng Tian’s swords pointed at the ground at the same time.
The two men stared at each other in disbelief.
In the end, it was Zheng Chen who spoke first.
“You’ve been hiding your skills all along. Shame on you.”
“You’re misunderstanding.
To be honest, Bu Eunseol was just trying his best to block the Nan Sword.
He inherited the sword technique of the super-black swordsman who belonged to the Magical Fifty. He was definitely a higher ranked master than Bu Eunsul.
“I only mimicked your dagger because I couldn’t stop it with my current swordplay.”
“If you can mimic your opponent’s swordplay on the fly, you are a superior fighter.”
“That’s because…… the martial arts of this inquiry are themselves seeking such a secret.”
Ironclad.
Bu Eunseol, sheathing his sword, spoke up.
“This match is a draw.”
“Draw.”
Taking a deep breath, Zheng Chen looked at the distant sky and said.
“Even though he was not active in the martial arts, he was confident that his body’s martial arts were the best of his age.”
Zheng Tian, his sword sharpened, spoke in a low voice.
“You and I must be at least a decade apart in age. Nevertheless, since you are equal to this body, …… your progress will be boundless.”
Zheng Chen said, leaving a bitter smile on his face.
“This is my loss.”
Then, without hesitation, he turned around.
* * *
A few days later.
After battling Zheng Tian, Bu Eunsul left the Red Sky Camp for a while and entered the Simsan Valley.
The Zhengtian Egg Sword was an extremely high level sword art that was the first time Bu Eunsun was unable to break through the sword herbs.
He needed time to digest the lessons learned from that intense battle.
In the meantime, Namgungwoon, who had recovered his strength, stayed with Black Mark in the great hall, waiting for Bueunseol.
“Now I’ve got to get back to work.”
Upon returning, Bu Eunseol took Black Mark and Namgungun back to the Water Sutra of the Red Sky Camp.
Squeal.
But there’s a weird vibe inside the water scrolls.
There was an unusually large gathering of romantics, and a solemn procession of black-robed martial artists.
And Soo Kyung-jeon, who should be in the office, was talking very seriously with a middle-aged man.
“Why are there a bunch of wannabes?”
Black Mark immediately replied to Nangongyun’s question.
“It’s probably some sect that’s buying them in bulk.”
“Bulk because…….”
When Bu Eunseol stroked his chin with interest, Black Mark spoke in a low voice.
“Let me find out exactly what happened.”
After talking for a while with the bards standing around him, and the figure at the window, Black Mark came back and said.
“The Jintian Gate is in the process of recruiting and contracting a large number of high-level masters.”
Nangongyun shook his head.
“Qin Tianmen? You mean the Qin Tianmen who fights tooth and nail with the Fado Gate?”
“Yes.”
“Heh, we’ve been fighting and fighting and now we’re going to fight proxy battles with romantics.”
Black Mark shook his head at Nangongyun’s words.
“No, it’s said that Padomun has spent a fortune hiring the Mourners.”
Jincheonmun and Padomun.
Both are factions of the Zheng family, and have been fighting for supremacy in the Shangyang region for decades.
Fadomunju suddenly paid 10 million gold and hired a large number of Yin Death Valley’s killers.
They were using the water to repeatedly ambush the rear guard over Hamchu Mountain, the back door to Jincheon Gate.
-Mercenaries are mercenaries!
In the end, the battle is lost, and Qin Tianmen has hired a large number of Nangin from the Red Sky Tent to fight them.
“Good.”
Bu Eunseol, who had been silently listening to Black Mark’s explanation, nodded.
“I’ll take Qin Tianmen’s job.”
“That’s…… what’s already been done.”
Black Mark scratched his head in embarrassment.
“Qin Tianmen has already paid all the money and recruited eighty high-ranking Nangmen.”
“If a nice guy wants to do the job, why turn him down?”
“That won’t work.”
Black Mark said in a low voice.
“Because I wouldn’t have the money to pay Confucius, the first-class romantic.”
Even in the large Nangin market, the Red Sky Tent, there are only about twenty or so Nangin who are the best of the best.
Furthermore, the ransom is ten times the price of a high-level Nangin, so he is not someone that Qin Tianmen can afford to hire.
“No big deal.”
Bu Eun-sul removed the red berries of the first-class nangin and replaced them with the purple berries of the superior nangin.
He turned and walked toward Dam Yoo Yeon, who had just finished talking with Gosu, who had been sent from Jincheon Gate.
“Damsel in Distress.”
“Sulsohyo.”
Dam Yoo-yeon blushed as Bu Eun-sul approached.
She has been scheming to stop Zheng Chen from fighting, and in the end, her love for him is exposed.
But when Bu Eun-sul treated her the same way as before, she opened her mouth with a relieved expression.
“Whatever you have to say to me.”
“I have a favor to ask.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze was fixed on the black-robed Qin Tian Gate master.
* * *
Hamtic acid.
A back road to Jincheon Gate, this area is rugged and full of strange peaks.
After a steady climb up a rugged mountain trail, you’ll see a vast clearing stripped of its forest cover.
There was a makeshift barracks that Qin Tianmen had constructed, and in front of it were eighty Nangmen and unarmored martial artists in solemn formation.
And on the rocks of the clearing stood a man with twin swords on his back.
He was Wen Guang, the master of the three great divisions of the Qin Heavenly Gate, Heaven, Earth, and Man, and the master of the Yin Sword.
“From now on, we will strike at Unga Sanzhuang, the stronghold of the Yin Song’s fierce spirits.”
Tension flickered in the eyes of the revelers as they listened to Wenguang’s words.
The Qin Tian Gate was not intended for the Nang people to defend Mount Hamqiu.
The plan is to ambush the hut where the remnants of M’sagog are based and wipe them out once and for all.
Ever since, Wen Guang had been solemnly giving instructions to the senior masters in the room.
The men listening to him murmured in low voices.
“I haven’t seen blood in a long time.”
“It’s a good surprise. No damage to us.”
“I’ve got a lot of money, so when I’m done, I’m going to go out and live like a king.”
“Do you have any questions?”
At that moment, Black Mark, who was at the back of Nangyin’s group, raised his hand.
“So what do we do?”
For a moment, Moonlight’s brow furrowed.
“Who is that boy?
Behind the black-robed boy stood a young man who looked like a local hanlang, and an ordinary-looking man.
Obviously, you’ve provided clothing for eighty people, but why are there other people here who are wearing no clothing at all?
“Who are they?”
“We’re sorry. I meant to give you a sneak peek…….”
Wen Guang’s words were quickly answered by the henchman next to him, Moguo.
“This is a higher-ranked wizard, courtesy of the hydroponics lord of the Redoubt.”
“An additional superior nangin?”
“Yes.”
Moonlight furrowed his brow.
“What does that mean?”
“That’s…… the hydroponics pole, the dam sojourner, I don’t need the money, I’ll take it as a bonus…….”
“You want me to take you to the dungeon, a superior romantic?”
“Yes, I’m willing to give it to you, so why not take it…….”
Moonlight looked at them with a suspicious expression.
Powerhouse Experienced senior masters are usually around thirty years old.
But they are, at best, a sixteen-year-old boy and a young man who has just crossed the threshold.
Even if they are high-ranking mages, they will not have much experience in combat. Such young people would only add to the chaos of a large-scale battle.
“You guys are…….”
They’re a small number anyway, and hard to organize into battle groups. The vagueness of the mission was enough to make Moonlight’s mouth water.
“Stand by here.”
“What?”
“The remnants of the party that ambushed the main body may still be in the area. This barracks is our base, and you will wait until we return.”
Black Mark looked incredulous.
A man who came to fight is expected to guard his barracks like a dog.
But Bu Eun-sul stepped forward and nodded.
“Okay.”
The answer came back immediately, and Moonlight turned away as if he wasn’t interested.
Late night.
Beep Beep Beep.
Only the faint sound of grasshoppers fills the silence of the mountain.
Bu Eun-sul’s group remained huddled in their barracks on the side of Hamchu Mountain.
Black Mark was looking around with a very nervous expression, and Bu Eunseol was staring at the night sky like a statue.
Namgungun was sprawled out on his back with a hand pillow, looking at the moonlight without much tension.
“Cuneiform.”
That’s when Namgungwoon said.
“I’m not getting paid, and even if I am, why do I need to get in the middle of a factional fight?”
Though he hides his name and identity, Nangong Yun is a descendant of a prominent Zheng family. He doesn’t want anything to do with the inter-family rivalries of the Zheng Clan.
“If you don’t like it, you can leave now.”
Namgungun shook his head at Bu Eunseol’s cold words.
“I’m just saying.”
He grunted again, and this time the black mark opened his mouth cautiously.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Black Mark glanced at Bu Eunseol, and then opened his mouth cautiously.
“But are you okay with that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You came here unpaid to fight, and here you are, guarding a barracks.”
“Battles are fought.”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head in disbelief.
“There’s no way the Paddock Gate doesn’t know that we bought Nangin from Qin Tianmen. At the very least, they’ll send scouts to check the location of the base and the size of the barracks.”
He looked at Nanggungwoon and smiled wryly.
“And if you two were to engage in all-out warfare with the skills you have now, you would be killed instantly.”